Chapter Two
Body Snatchers

Harry began to feel odd. Almost as if he were....floating. He looked over at Snape and looked at him a bit confused.

Snape frowned even more so than usual. "Headmaster, are you alright?"

Harry blinked a few times. "Did you just call me Headmaster...?"

Snape quirked a black brow as he looked at Harry. "Yes, what else would I call you?"

Dumbledore looked at his hands, then he looked over to...his real body. It appeared that somehow he and Harry had traded bodies. But he couldn't think of a cure...he couldn't think at all. For some reason the only thing he could think of was 'Snape is going to kill me!' Quickly, he spoke up. "Err....Professor, I think that you, me and um...Professor Dumbledore need to speak...privately."

Snape glared at Dumbledore as he took out his wand. "When I want your opinion on something, Mr. Potter, I will ask. But since I didn't—"

"I think he's right....Professor....." Harry chimed in. He just figured out what happened to them.

Snape turned and looked at Harry. "....Very well. Follow me." With a quick wave of his wand, he cleaned up all three of their robes, then he looked at Ron. "Clean the rest of this mess up. After all, you helped to make it."

Ron groaned and watched as Snape, Dumbledore, and Harry walked into the Potions Master's office. Snape turned, and watched the two as Dumbledore closed the door behind them. "What's going on?"

Dumbledore spoke first. "It seems that Harry and I have switched bodies."

Snape looked at Harry, then to Dumbledore. "So you're....Albus...." Then he pointed to Harry. "....and you're Harry....?" They both nodded as Snape continued. "What's the cure...?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "I don't know. I can't think of anything. I feel as though I have the mind of a teenager."

"That's because you do. I can feel an immense amount of knowledge that I didn't have before. I can't really tell what's going on, but I think that our minds are slowly adapting to the bodies we're in..." Harry really couldn't describe the feeling of overwhelming knowledge, so he didn't try.

Snape looked over at Harry, and looked at him as if he were stupid. "Well you have, apparently, the good brain. So figure out the cure."

Harry rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed with Snape. "It's not that easy! I can't control all of this information....!"

Snape scowled as he leaned against his massive desk. "Well, I will figure out something. Until then, I suggest we not tell anyone what happened."

Both Dumbledore and Harry walked out of Snape's office. A bit awkwardly, Dumbledore took a seat next to Ron. Remembering something important, he looked back at Harry. "Err....Professor Dumbledore...licorice drop."

Harry turned around and looked at Dumbledore. What did he mean by that...? Finally getting the idea that Dumbledore just gave him the password to his office, Harry smiled, and with the fabled 'Dumbledore twinkle', he walked out of the Potions room.

Ron looked at Dumbledore. He could tell that something wasn't right about his friend, but he just ignored it. "Well, Harry, at least the Quidditch match will make today better!"

Dumbledore looked at Ron and nodded nervously. "Right...can't wait...." He started wondering how he would ever be able to get through that match. He hadn't played a match in...well...a long time.

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After class was dismissed, Ron and Dumbledore walked slowly to the Greenhouse. Draco passed by Dumbledore, bumping into him purposely. "Way to go, Pooter. Maybe next time you can blow up the entire castle."

Ron glared at Draco as he passed by them. "Only with you in it!" He shook his head then looked back at Dumbledore. "Can you believe the nerve of that guy?" The two didn't say another word to each other while they made their journey to the Greenhouse.

It was during this quiet walk that Ron had time to think about that dream that he had. Who was it that was in his dream? His subconscious was telling him something that he didn't know, but he still couldn't figure out what his dream was about, or rather, who it was about.

When they finally made it to the Greenhouse, Hermione was already waiting for them. Though she was preoccupied watching Seamus give the silver locket to Susan. Hermione smiled as Ron and Dumbledore walked up to her. "They're sooo cute. ....I wouldn't mind having someone treat me like that...."

Ron gave Hermione a sympathetic smile. "You will. You're a great girl." He smiled once more, but before he could say anything else, Dean pulled him to the side.

"Hey Ron, I was watching you and...do you have a thing for Hermione...?"

Ron looked at Dean as if he'd gone mad. Then he looked over to Hermione. Could his dream have been telling him that he was secretly in love with her? "Err...no, Dean, why?" Slowly, he returned his attention back to his friend.

Dean shrugged a little as he stared at the ground. "I'm going to tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else."

"Come on, Dean. We're not five year olds. Just tell me already." Ron stared at his friend, then instantly he knew what was going through his mind. "You like Hermione!"

Dean's eyes widened as he quickly placed a hand over Ron's mouth. "Shh!!" He looked around the Greenhouse to see if anyone heard. Luckily, they hadn't. "....you promised not to tell anyone, so shut up! I just need to know how to...you know...ask her out."

Ron couldn't help but to laugh. He pried Dean's hand away from his mouth. Well, if his dream was trying to tell him that he's in love with Hermione, there was no way he could act on it now. Dean knew for a fact that he liked Hermione, and right now Ron wanted to be there for his friend. "Well, I think you should play it romantically. She's a sucker for a good romance. Leave flowers on her bed, jewelry in her books, chocolate on her desk. Then, when you're ready, send her a note asking her to meet you for dinner. When she shows up, you show yourself. She'll be the envy of every girl!"

Dean nodded a few times and smiled at the thought of him sneaking around just to prove how much he liked Hermione. "Wow, Ron, that's good! ......Kind of makes me wonder why you're not with anyone." He gave his friend a mischievous grin.

Ron shot back a glare. "Hey! Gee, ya try to help out a guy..." He laughed and so did Dean. Shortly after, Professor Sprout began her lesson for the day.

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"It's alright, Harry! Everyone has their off days! Yours just so happened to be really...off..." Ron looked at Dumbledore sympathetically. It was a minute into the game, and Draco had caught the snitch. Dumbledore never even saw the blasted thing. Well, at least his body reminded him how to use a broom. The only problem was, Dumbledore had never in his life ridden such a fast broom. He wondered how Harry could do it so easily.

"Thanks....Ron...I'm tired. I think I should get some sleep...." Slowly, without another word, Dumbledore made his way to the Gryffindor tower. Stopping at the Fat Lady, he realized that he didn't know the password. One seemed to be tugging at the edge of his brain, but he just couldn't figure it out.

"Aardvark nose."

Dumbledore turned to look at the person standing behind him. His ears picked up the subtle movement of the portrait swinging open. "...Hello, Ginny...."

Ginny smiled at Dumbledore then walked past him. Climbing through the hole behind the portrait, she entered the Gryffindor Common Room, and waited for Dumbledore to follow her. Once he was in the common room as well, Ginny just stared at him. "Something on your mind, Harry? I've never seen you lose a game that fast...."

Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders a bit. His teenage body was still Harry's body, so he could feel a somewhat attraction to Ginny. "Just tired. I need a rest..." Smiling, he then began to head up the stairs to the boys' dorms.

Ginny quickly stopped him, grabbing his wrist. Smiling, she shortened the distance between them as she pulled Dumbledore closer to her. Their bodies were suddenly pinned against each other. Every curve matched with the other's. "Harry....it's been so long since you've touched me...since you've caressed my body...." She leaned in closer to whisper into Dumbledore's ear. "Since you've pleased my body with every thrust, push, and lick..."

Dumbledore's eyes widened. His teenage body took over, and immediately he could feel an agonizing and painful throb pressing against his trousers. Being so close to each other, Ginny could feel the bulge pressing up against her pelvic bone. She smiled, quite pleased that 'her Harry' was very much still attracted to her.

Dumbledore tried with all his might to think clearly, but the only thought coming up was 'I could bend her over that couch and—' Forcing himself to stop thinking, Dumbledore pushed himself away from Ginny. "Uh...not now...I don't feel too well..." Ginny frowned a bit as she watched Dumbledore make his way up to the boys' dorm. Sighing a little, she yelled up after him. "Let me know if you need anything!"


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